Inside the chilling Xiuluo Guard.
Feng Fuce sat idly behind the desk.
Chu Ping was beside him, reporting everything seen at Mingyang Academy this morning.
"With Marquis not present, you have no idea how those self-righteous noble families tore into each other, so despicable and shameless."
Feng Fuce chuckled: "Just as expected."
Chu Ping hurriedly said, "By the way, the Imperial Guard just delivered two sacks here. They say it's arranged by the Emperor for us to interrogate."
Feng Fuce stood up and walked over to the two sacks piled in the corner.
He lifted his boot and directly opened the mouth of one sack.
The unconscious, bruised face of Master was revealed.
Chu Ping remarked nearby, "As Marquis predicted, the Emperor really beat him half to death."
Feng Fuce looked down coldly for a while, then casually said, "The Emperor showed mercy."
Chu Ping's eyes widened, "You call this mercy? He's almost beaten to death."
